Stole My Heart

Well, this is awkward.

I somehow managed to get wedged onto the couch with Harry, Louis and Alyssa. We were all literally smushed together. It was uncomfortable, and awkward. Very awkward. Zayn was lounging in the other only available chair in the room, and Niall and Liam were on the floor laying by our feet. Much to my dismay, the boys had decided on a scary movie. It's not that I got scared by them, I'm just always really jumpy afterwards. And I don't scream, I squeal. I get made fun of a lot for that. Alyssa was practically in Harry's lap. She really was trying too hard. It's getting pathetic.

"AHHH!" she screamed when someone's head got lopped off. I jumped from the sudden noise, nudging closer to Louis and accidently kicking Niall.

"Sorry, Niall!" Harry looked down at her, "You okay over there?" She looked up at him and snuggled closer into his side.

"Yea, I'll be fine. That kinda stuff just freaks me out." Much to her enjoyment, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"Niall doesn't like scary films much either," Louis chuckled, "He screams like a girl." Niall slapped Lou's leg.

"I do not!" he blushed. Louis leans over and whispers in my ear, "Just watch when this next part comes up. She's going to look in the closet, and nothing will be there. Soon as she turns around, I bet you Niall will scream as if he's getting murdered." I glanced down at Niall. He had his back against the couch and his knees to his chest. There was a pillow in his lap, and his head was resting on top of it. Louis and I both sat there and watched Niall as we waited for the part to come up. Sure enough, just as Louis predicted, he screamed. It was so cute too. He screamed, then buried his face in the pillow and kind of just fell over. I smiled at the site, and Louis couldn't help but chuckle.

"Told you," he whispered in my ear. I shivered. He leaned back and looked at me. A hint of concern was in his eye.

"Cold?" he asked. I shook my head, blushing slightly. I was hoping he hadn't caught my slight movement. That's embarrassing. He stared at me a little longer, until finally he took his hoodie off and wrapped it around me. I felt myself blush even more at the gesture.

"Better?" he smiled. I couldn't find my voice, so I just nodded. I pulled the hoodie tighter around myself and the scent of Louis swirled around me. He had a kind of spicy, citrusy smell about him. Louis nudged me slightly with his shoulder. A small smile appeared on his face before he turned back to the movie. I pulled my legs up to my chest, and curled up further into his hoodie. I could feel someone staring at me. I looked up into Zayn's light-colored eyes. He stared at me for a couple seconds, then looked away with a knowing smile. What was that about? I glanced over at Harry next. I jumped when I noticed that he had also been staring at me. Or rather, frowning at me.

"Getting scared, Madison?" Louis asked. He had clearly misinterpreted why I'd jumped.

"N-no. I'm good," I stuttered. I looked back at Harry. He wasn't looking at me anymore, but the frown was still on his face. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

*~*~*~*~*~*

"Thanks for having us over," Liam said.

"Oh, it was no problem," I smiled.

"You guys are welcome to come over anytime," Alyssa added.

"We'll hold you to that," Niall said, giving me one last hug. He followed Liam and Zayn outside. Alyssa stretched her arms above her head, "Well, I'm gonna turn in. Night boys." I rolled my eyes at her retreating back. Of course she was leaving me to clean up the mess. Louis stepped up next and hugged me.

"Good seeing you tonight. We'll have to do this again sometime." I nodded in agreement. He pulled away and walked towards the door. He looked back at Harry, who was lingering off to the side looking at the ground.

"Coming, Haz?" Harry looked up.

"Uhm...yea... I just...want to talk to Mads. I'll be out in a bit," he answered. Louis looked between us then nodded slowly. He closed the door behind him as he left.

"So...what's up?" I asked, tilting my head slightly. He looked around nervously and ran a hand through his hair.

"Uhm..."

"Harry?"

"There's nothing...er, going on with you and Lou, right? I mean... I know there's not... I just... you know..." I stared at him and blinked a couple times. What?! Was he off his rocker?

"Harry...what? Why would you even say that?" He stared at me, "You're wearing his jumper..." I looked down at myself. I had honestly forgotten I still had it on. I quickly took it off.

"Shit. I forgot. Can you give this back to him?" Harry looked at me with an odd expression. He reluctantly took the hoodie, then looked back down at the ground.

"Harry, what is it? Spit it out." He blushed slightly and looked everywhere but my eyes.

"I just... erm... I just... wanted to ask you something." He stepped closer to me. He threw the hoodie over his shoulder and grabbed my hands in his.

"Okay, so...don't say anything, just listen." He finally met my eyes, "I'm starting to..get... protective of you. I just..." He dropped my hands and shook his head. He sighed heavily. I opened my mouth to say something, when suddenly his lips came crashing down onto mine. He pulled away quickly before I even really had time to register what had just happened. He rested his head on mine, and sighed again. A lot softer this time.

"I've wanted to kiss you all night," he admitted, "I want to continue kissing you. I want... I want you to be my girlfriend." He said that last part really softly. My eyes widened and I stepped back. I didn't miss the look of hurt flash across his face.

"But... I mean... you live in England. How could this possibly work?" He perked up a bit, and I didn't necessarily understand why.

"I'll make it work. Trust me. It can. It will."

"You're not here for that long, Harry. And once you leave here, don't you have a tour to start?" He was smiling slightly now. Enough to show off a dimple. I don't know why, but it made me mad. He just throws this at me, and while I'm trying to be serious and think logically about the matter, he's smiling?

"What are you smiling for?!" I throw my hands up in frustration. He steps closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"You never said no," he simply says, "So... you'd like to?"

"well...I-I...I mean, it wouldn't be a bad thing. I do l-like you and all, but--" He put a finger to my lips, cutting me off.

"We can make it work. I promise." He moved his finger, and quickly pecked my lips.

"O-okay," I said, swooning slightly. Harry's smile widened to its full size and he leaned down to kiss me again. It was a sweet, long, lingering kiss. A kiss that literally had me weak in the knees. I would have gone down if his arm hadn't been around me. He slowly pulled out of the kiss. He leaned his head against mine and opened his eyes slowly.

"I should probably go now," he said huskily, "The boys are probably wondering what's happened." I nodded slowly, "That's probably a good idea." He kissed my lips a couple more times before letting me go.

"I'll call you," he promised, before letting himself out. I locked the door behind him. I turned with my back on the door and slid down to the floor. Shit. What did I just do? Did I really just agree to be Harry's girlfriend? Harry's girlfriend. I'm Harry's girlfriend. Oh my gosh. Alyssa's going to hate me even more now. And his fans. Oh no. I don't think I'm ready to be hated by thousands of teenies I don't even know.

I stopped my inner panic mode for a second and focused on the good. I am Harry Styles' girlfriend. I couldn't help but smile at that. I liked the sound of it. Maybe we were moving too fast. Seeing as I just met him a few days ago. But maybe not. Like I said, he wasn't going to be here much longer. We're clearly going at our own pace. He says it will work out. God, I hope so. I'm already a little too attached to him. Looks like he feels the same. My thoughts flashed to Louis. i quickly shook them out of my head. No. No thinking about him. All Louis and I can ever be is friends. He has Eleanor. And me? I have Harry. I smiled again as I thought of the curly-haired, green-eyed boy. Haven't none him long and he gives me butterflies at just the thought of his name.